You Have Science, I Have Martial Arts-Chapter 620 - 278: You Already Have a Kid?

"It’s like a lifetime ago..."

Ye Qingzhou felt his body, still somewhat unaccustomed to it at the moment.

After all, he had spent over twenty years in the Cangyuan Realm, twenty times longer than his time on Blue Star. Now returning, his heart was filled with emotions.

"In dreams, I don’t realize I’m just a guest, indulging in fleeting pleasures."

"What are you mumbling about?"

"Mumbling about my wife and kids..."

"Whoa, you’ve only been gone for half a year, and you already have a wife and kids? Don’t tell me you became a substitute father!"

Huang Liwen circled around Ye Qingzhou several times, his gaze becoming increasingly peculiar.

Ye Qingzhou rolled his eyes at him, "Scram."

He then touched the Holy Sword Xuanyuan in his hand. The sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, and vegetation on the sword’s body appeared lifelike because it contained a complete world within.

An endless stream of the Power of Thought Ability flowed out from it, merging into Ye Qingzhou’s Three-Foot Spirit Platform, gradually forming a broad and straight Path of Martial Heart.

"The ultimate simplicity of the Dao, all laws return to one. Whether it’s the Path of Destruction from the Great Black Heaven or the Path of Water and Fire from the Magic Civilization, they are others’ paths. I can only learn from them, not replicate them, or I’ll become the one who is ’unified’ by others. The path truly belonging to me is the Path of Martial Heart."

Ye Qingzhou left the legacy of the Heart Martial Sect in the Cangyuan Realm to nurture his own path. Even through a struggle of doctrines, the Path of Martial Heart was able to form a Dao Fruit.

"Now, my cultivation and foundation are too weak. Although I have the Dao Fruit, I can’t wield the complete Power of Dao. It seems I must quickly enhance my cultivation."

"Old Ye, what are you thinking about again?"

"Thinking about how to become stronger. Right now, I’m still too weak."

"!!!"

Huang Liwen suddenly felt offended, "You’re already this strong and still think you’re weak? What does that make me? A weakling?"

"It seems you have a clear understanding of your own strength."

"Get lost, I’m terrifyingly strong now, okay?"

After saying this, Huang Liwen demonstrated his recently diligently practiced Yin Yang Infinite Sword to Ye Qingzhou on the spot. He indeed made significant progress; it was clear he had put in effort, but not excessively so.

......

In the classroom of Class 7, Grade 12, as soon as Ye Qingzhou entered, he saw various striking slogans posted on the walls, with bright red characters leaping off the paper.

’Have confidence in life for a hundred days, and vie to strike three thousand miles.’

’Strive for excellence, vibrant with dragon and tiger energy; lofty ambitions, chasing each other to vow for the top.’

’My heart is bold, never admit defeat! Strive with determination and seize the crown!’

’Hundred-second ambition, hundred-percent determination, hundred-hour planning, hundred-day struggle!’

’The more effort today, the more laughter tomorrow.’

After being away for more than half a year, Ye Qingzhou only now realized he seemed about to graduate. However, unlike his classmates who were busy preparing for the college entrance exam, he and fellow ’National Martial Competition’ champion team members like Xu Yuebing were directly recruited by the Martial Arts System of Imperial Capital University, without needing to go through the entrance selection.

So no one cared whether he came to school or not.

In a hundred days, the classmates would each go their separate ways.

Currently, counting Ye Qingzhou and Huang Liwen, only six students in the whole class truly embarked on the path of the Martial Dao, which was actually a high proportion.

After all, Linjiang First High School was a top-ranked school in the city, but most people were limited by talent and financial capacity, destined to have no fate with becoming a Professional Level Martial Artist in this life. So after learning the Basic Stance, they mostly found other ways and switched to different career paths.

Though it’s not like they couldn’t make a living, achieving a class leap is extremely difficult.

Martial Dao is already a relatively fair track; in other traditional industries, ordinary people without background and connections can hardly compete with second or third generation successors.

Now everyone is still in the same class, but the social class gaps will widen as time goes on.

In the Dongji Kingdom, high school is often a highlight in many people’s lives. At this time, you know the heavens above, the earth below, and your classmates’ parents might be high officials and affluent individuals, with illustrious family backgrounds.

However, once leaving high school, ninety percent of people start heading into the low points of life. After graduating from university, they become the bottom cattle and horse that drive the rotation of society’s big millstone.

If you dare to run just a bit slower, there’s someone ready to verbally assault you, forcing you to remove your robe.

Fortunately, Ye Qingzhou had already transcended the layer of trivialities, no longer struggling in the mire, nor needing to debate with those who wield whips over the herders.

After school in the afternoon, as soon as Ye Qingzhou walked into the Swordsmanship Club, Leon scurried over, "Master Ye, I have some bad news for you."

"Hmm?"

Ye Qingzhou looked puzzled.

"Whatever you hear, don’t get excited!"

"Spit it out, hurry."

"Alright~"

Leon then said, "There’s a new transfer student who wants to come between you and your love. He’s very strong, Master Ye, you need to be careful."

As they were talking, Xu Yuebing also arrived at the Swordsmanship Club, lightly pursing her cherry lips, her almond eyes filled with hostility as she walked towards Ye Qingzhou.

"Master Ye, good luck."

Leon patted Ye Qingzhou on the shoulder, then quickly retreated to the side to watch the drama unfold.

Ye Qingzhou turned around and met Xu Yuebing’s bright, watery eyes, then smiled broadly, "I’m back."

"You left without a word for more than half a year, this guy!"

Xu Yuebing was somewhat annoyed, pouting, and found everything about Ye Qingzhou unbearable. Yet, not having seen him for a long time, she couldn’t help but glance at him several more times.

It was as if, if not careful, he would disappear once more.